Introductions, during which an assessment is made. He smiled. I took that to mean I passed muster.“Wanna go in the den while our moms talk? Got a ga...e console or somethin’.” Smile. Perhaps I was supposed to melt.I’ve played a few games. Perhaps I won’t be a total loss. “Sure.”Faceless enemy were dying by the dozens when I heard, “We’ll be back in an hour or so,” from Mizz Steph.“Got it, Mom,” Ethan yelled as he swooped past me on the screen, bombing the crap out of an enemy stronghold. We hit. ’ ‘What are you talking about, Darryl?’ ‘The old man’s here!’ ‘Old man?’ ‘The founder! He doesn’t come in much these days, you don’t want to miss this!’ ‘OK, sure. I’ll be there.’ — The old man, it turned out, was a rough-looking rake of a man in his sixties, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. He was accompanied by four young people, two men and two women, all dressed in what seemed to be fetish gear, all leather and chains and exposed flesh. He was sitting at a table chatting with some of the. Since arriving in Africa she had started getting used to the hungry eyed look most Africans openly give her. Mr. Domon's studied indifference had been a welcome change. That he was not quite so indifferent as first appeared was reassuring. Not so reassuring was their current destination. The restaurants were on the ground floor, and they were going up!It was the first time she had been alone with an African man. Her husband would be on his way back to the office.She glanced across at Mr. Domon.. The boy then whispered into my ear, “My wiener’s big again, could you hold it until it gets smaller?” Without any response he took my hand and slips it under his underwear, wrapping it around his two inch uncircumcised penis and closes my hand as tight as he possibly can. Not wanting to alarm both of our sisters I whispered to him that we couldn’t be doing this and that if anyone found out we would both be in trouble. This didn’t seem to phase him and he started to lightly pump his small.